I am a wife, a daughter, a friend, a mother of furries, a fulltime designer, a teacher, a reader,  a sinner, a game addict, a wanderer, one who laughs often, a student, a heartbreaker, a model in my own mind, a scavenger, a part time faerie, a tree (long story), an artist, a traveler and definitely a rebel without a cause. So yeah, who I am isn’t exactly easy to summarize. I wish I was who I was when I was wishing to be who I’ve become. And now, I spend my days finding zen in this weird, wired world.

So… what about me, really? I am fluent in Sarcasm. I still have Canihascheezeburger on my bookmarks bar and I start the day with a macchiato and 10 minutes of The Fluffington Post. Acting like I have the empathic capacity of a sea cucumber is my go to defensive demeanor but I tear up with basically every movie I watch. My brain is always in a hurry and is chaos in its purest form. I don’t discriminate – I hate everybody equally. I live by the principle of “win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat”. I’m limited edition. I’m a big girl, but I’ve shed the burden of allowing it to define who I am and what I do in life. I’m celebrating a near decade of drama-free life.

I used to have a cathartic need to write identifying introductions to my psyche. I don’t anymore. But it was part of the search to my true self, so I’ve left them securely tucked away into one of the dark corners of this journal. If you’re looking for the driving force behind Vixxieville, you may get a good idea by reading these: Vixxie’s manifesto for a happy soul or Vixxie’s Cheat Sheet

This blog was created to be a venue of self-expression but through the years, became more like cheap therapy (and we all know how much I love cheap things!). I figured out along the way that
1) I no longer live in the delusion I must crow about all my grand thoughts and ideas that will, one day, right all the wrongs and 
2) writing and ranting helps a lot to take the sting off the slow climb over 40 that I’m on.

I’m also fully aware that life-blogging is passé. Especially with an audience that developed the attention span of a clownfish. Most bloggers I used to read in awe have moved on to social media platforms, but I didn’t. I don’t share the world’s enthusiasm for Instagram, Tiktok, Twitch or X. Even more so, I often feel they are the gutter flush of the ill-minded and everything that is wrong with today’s society. I prostitute my creativity on a daily basis to put bread on the table so I have no intention to monetize my persona or my passions as well. My integrity is insulted by the mere thought of “influencing” gullible readers. You can compare this blog to a crinkled old journal that you just found lying in the attic under a thick cover of dust and cobwebs. No spiders, though. Eeeeeeeeeeek. 

And if one of my posts manages to make you chuckle, put a sneaky smile on your face or hearten you up in a moment of self doubt, then it’s been time well spent writing it, Enjoy your stay ♥